Obsessive

03

Molly

I pace around the kitchen, listening to the floorboards creaking. Mom left almost as soon as we got home. She said she had a new client and that she would most likely be gone all day. This happens so often that I barely bat an eye. But I'm scared and all I want is for her to protect me like a mother should. But she never would.

You don't even know if the stalker is after you. It could be for Paige.

I run my hands through my hair, breathing deeply. To keep busy, I run around the house locking every door and window. I close blinds and curtains, trying to block out anything and everything. Then I rush upstairs and repeat the process.

Finally, once I'm locked in, I head into my room.

My phone dings as soon as I shut my door. I whip it out to see that Paige texted me. No letter. Maybe it was a prank?????

I let out a deep breath and toss my phone onto my bed. The sound of paper wrinkling freezes my body. I look onto my bed and and see a piece of paper. Walking over, I reach out and pick it up.

You thought this wasn't
for you
But I'll give you
a little clue
Molly
my darling
these letters are for
You

Tears well in my eyes and my chest tightens. This is not a prank and it's become clear that whoever this is, is after me. I throw the paper away from me and reach for my phone to call Paige. As the phone rings, I rush to close my window, my sobs growing heavier.

"Hello?" Paige asks. "Paige," I gasp. "I have a note. These are for me"

♡

I no longer feel safe at home. Not by myself anyways. My best friend, Delilah, is staying over for a few days while my mom is on a work trip. She wouldn't usually allow this, but this new client is promising her big bucks and she tends to get hyper-focused on that.

We've been playing video games in the living room and talking all day. Now we're in the bathroom doing nightly routines.

"So wait... this guy has been in your room?" She asks, twisting her hair into braids. I nod and goosebumps run up my body.

"And so you brought me here?" Her eyes glance over at me and I smile sheepishly. "I don't know what to do" I admit. "Um... go to the fucking police, maybe?"

I roll my eyes and fold my legs on the toilet. "I tried telling my mom and she completely blew me off. What makes you think the police are actually going to help me out?" I ask.

"Remember, there is a killer on the loose. They might take that into consideration" Delilah chirps. "And I'm a seventeen year old girl that they'll think is playing victim for attention" I mutter.

Delilah ties off her braid and turns to me, leaning on the counter. "Look, potato. We're going into your room and seeing if there is a note in there. If there is... then you need to take into consideration that this guy might be the killer. I would like to graduate with my best friend, okay? Do not put yourself on a platter for this guy"

My eyes lower to the bathroom tiles and anxiety rises. I don't want to go back into my room and find a note. I don't want this guy to be a killer. I don't want to be in this situation, period.

Delilah takes my hand and together we leave the bathroom. She walks into my bedroom first and then tugs me in too. My eyes scan the room but I know she finds it when her grip tightens.

"Oh," she mumbles. I step out from behind her and walk over to my nightstand, where the new note it.

I pick it up and read it aloud.

"Why are you hiding behind the person you keep close? You know there is no way to hide from me. And if you don't then you're about to learn. My dear Molly, I will still be waiting for you when your friend is gone. Don't forget it, Darling"

Delilah locks eyes with me and her face is pale. "What... the... fuck" she whispers. I nod and crumble the paper, tossing it into the trashcan. "This is the first one he sent that wasn't rhyming" I say.

"What a creep! Dude, we need to get you some help! He's going to get you when I leave!" She shrieks, panic setting in.

"My mom will be home, I'll talk to her then."

"She is never home!"

"Delilah,"

"Molly!"

Our argument fades and we just stare at each other. Her body is shaking and her brown eyes are wide with fear. I have never seen my best friend this scared.

"Molly," she chokes out. "We need to call somebody. This isn't safe!" Delilah shouts. I wince at her tone. Suddenly, her arms are wrapped around me and she's crying.

"I don't need you to disappear," she sobs. Despite the situation, I bark out a laugh and hug her bark. "Dels, I'm okay. I don't think this is the killer. Or else I'd be dead by now, right?"

She pulls away from me and grabs my arms, shaking me slightly. "You're going to call somebody. And you're going to do it for me." I nod slowly in agreement. Delilah nods back and finally seems to calm down. 

Over the next two days, the notes continue to appear. Then my mom comes and and Delilah leaves. The notes become more kind, less intimidating. Fear still drives my emotions and I hate the anticipation I feel.

My routine continues. I have two months left of school and then I graduate. As long as I'm not alone, I should be okay. I'm going to be okay

Whoever this creep is, I'm going to find him. Or at least discover who he is. I refuse to live in fear like this.

I just pray that this isn't The Doe Killer.